It was all that could be asked for, with modern conveniences that the explorers had not dreamed of enjoying in such an out-of-the-way place.
“Better turn in right away,” suggested Dr. Kirshner. “It isn’t advisable to start the desert journey without having had any sleep.”
After the train trip it felt good to stretch out on the comfortable beds. Despite their youth, Bob and Joe were very tired.
“We must wake up at dawn tomorrow,” Bob reminded his chum. “We’ll have to get our stuff together early.”
Notwithstanding this, the youths’ deep slumber made it necessary for their elders to awaken them. They felt rather sheepish as they arose and noticed that the sun was well up in the sky.
“Guess we haven’t developed our mental alarm clocks yet,” grinned Joe, slipping hurriedly into his clothes.
“Now, boys,” said Mr. Holton, opening the door of their room, “we’re going out to find a guide and camels. You had better come along, so you can practise riding. It isn’t easy to get used to a dromedary’s trot. First, though, go and get your breakfast.”
When the meal was finished, they joined the men in the hotel lobby. Fekmah, as the best-informed concerning the Sahara, acted as the leader.
“The man in charge of hotel told me of worthy man who will be our guide on the expedition,” he said. “He lives at edge of town, not far away.”
“Fine! Then we’ll go there at once.” Mr. Lewis walked over to the door, followed by the others.